A Visit From Cackle

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There once was a witch

Named Cackle,

Who liked to eat fingers for breakfast,

Big toes were delightful for brunch,

ear lobes perfect

For a midnight snack.

Her tastes were peculiar,

No soft flesh for her,

She liked a satisfying crunch

To her meals,

Although she was partial

To the chomping pop of an eye.

Where is Cackle now, you ask?

Oh, I thought you knew.

She’s standing right behind you,

And what a delicious meal you will be!

Happy Halloween!!!

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